Tumbling through this life, like a tumbleweed floating through an air-chamber
totally out of place like Alice falling through the mirror
to the Land of Oz
caught like a fly in a spider’s web in this labyrinth of morals, emotions, and spirituality:
Am I on the right side, the wrong side or am I just looking at the same side
over and over
from a different perspective?

I wish I could see the world through the eyes of a dog
everything simple and straight-forward:
I feel as though I’m looking at life through a telescopic, kaleidoscope
I see everything that’s happening
but it’s all contorted with lies and deceit

Why do so many questions tug at my mind like a dentist pulling teeth?
Relentlessly
My mind is like the world.
How can something so beautiful
be so dark, cold, and lonely?

Why is society so mainstream?
Why do individuals blend their thoughts, beliefs, hobbies, and perspectives
until it’s one indistinguishable blur of soulless, brain-washed, carcasses?
Partying their lives away

Drug dealers standing on corners all day
like they punched their time-card
at the nearest party store
peddling out their powder death and stones of enslavement
unknowingly helping accelerate the process of
social, moral, and spiritual decomposition.
Helping create more zombies to fill up our
beautiful environment

I’m mentally eclipsing at the emptiness
of the average human soul
Bleak is the day when *****’s prefer white
dead presidents over the color of a truly happy
heart
happiness may be hard to come by
but it’s cheap

I feel like I’m close enough to hear
my soul-mates heartbeat
yet, she eludes me on the edges of my dreams
flying on the wings of the wind, she dances through my mind
she flirts with me in my thoughts
she floats just out of reach on my mental island:
All I want to do is love her
Why does she escape me?
At times I consider making love
a prisoner...of my mind
where it would be free
not bound by the shackles of
broken trust
and flames that burn out
How can love die
when we live to love?

Is the world in such short supply that it can’t spare
one woman who does the small things
that make a man feel larger than life?

When did everyone become so reluctant to
act different
think different
communicate different
No two people are the same
therefore when you act, think and be yourself....
You are being different
Why do we hide who we really are
behind drugs and alcohol
and then want to go meet new people
it’s old;
If you love who you are on the inside
why would you cover it with a mask
of intoxication?
I wish everyone was addicted to my drug of choice:
self-expression

Sometimes I tire of speech
everyone wants to talk like a politician
out of both sides of their mouth
I wish I had telepathy so I could
filter out the ambient noise
and listen to what’s on people’s mind

Tongues are intimidated by truth
and can barley speak it
The mind can’t lie
The mind’s eye can’t be blind
the window to the soul can’t have blinds
What have we become?

Until I meet the angel who
beckons to me in my dreams
and whispers to my heart
I’ll find comfort in
solitude.